Chris Craig:
[
to Derek] I don't wanna do nothing with you. You ain't no pal of mine, stick with your fucking family!
Iris Bentley:
How's that boy you're seeing?
Stella:
What, Johnny? I'm not going about with him no more; his cars off the road.
Derek Bentley:
You soft or something?
Chris Craig:
[
points gun at Derek's face] Is that soft?
Niven Craig:
Money ought to be in people's pockets- where we can get at it.
William Bentley:
Have you been with that Craig?
Derek Bentley:
Did he come round here?
William Bentley:
Yeah.
Derek Bentley:
Don't worry about him, dad, he's just barmy that's all.
Derek Bentley:
I went National Service Medical yesterday.
Chris Craig:
Yeah?
Derek Bentley:
They said I was sub normal.
Chris Craig:
You ain't sub normal, Del- you ain't normal, but you ain't sub normal.
Chris Craig:
[
after jumping off the roof and falling through a glass ceiling to escape police] I wish I was fuckin' dead... I woulda killed the fuckin' lot of ya!
Denis Bentley:
[
picks up worm] Dad look what I found.
William Bentley:
That's nice, son.
Chris Craig:
[
pointing gun at Derek] Hands up buster! Against the wall!
Derek Bentley:
You cheeky little bleeder!
Chris Craig:
What's the matter Derek? Can't take a joke?
Chris Craig:
[
about his brother's girlfriend] You know I could square it with Niv if you want a shot at her, I don't suppose he'd mind, not if you're a pal of mine.
Chris Craig:
[
picking up Derek's comic] Hey I like these. You got good taste.
Vincent Montgomery:
Or he can't read, like you.
Chris Craig:
[
in American accent] Hey! Shut ya mouth college boy!
Vincent Montgomery:
[
also in American accent] You gonna make me, wise guy?
Chris Craig:
I'll make ya!
[
mimes shooting him]
Niven Craig:
I just change my get up as often as I change my women.
Iris Bentley:
[
giving Derek heavy shopping bags] Come on muscle man, lets see what you're made of!
Chris Craig:
Very cosy, Derek!
Iris Bentley:
Go away Craig.
Chris Craig:
I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to your fucking brother.
Derek Bentley:
Don't you talk to her like that.
Iris Bentley:
Derek, lets go.
Chris Craig:
Is that what you've been doing? Keeping away from me so you can play happy bloody families?
Derek Bentley:
Chris, mind your own business; I'll see you when I want to.
Iris Bentley:
My brother don't wanna go round with you no more.
Chris Craig:
Well, Del?
Derek Bentley:
Look, fuck off!
Chris Craig:
[
getting on bus] You're a useless bastard! And a FUCKING traitor!
Chris Craig:
[
muttering in the middle of his trial] Should've killed that fucker as well.
Chris Craig:
I suppose you're gonna go too are ya?
Vincent Montgomery:
Yeah, I think I might, this is a botch job!
Chris Craig:
Some gang we are.
[
grabs Monty's shirt collar]
Chris Craig:
Off you fuck then!
[
slaps him]
Derek Bentley:
What's up?
Chris Craig:
Bogies. They've come for us.
Derek Bentley:
My dad's gonna kill me.
Chris Craig:
[
to police] Come on then you fuckers, I'm only 16!
Lawyer:
Between the age of 11 and your present age, 16, how many fire arms have you had?
Chris Craig:
Forty or fifty.
[
jury react]
Chris Craig:
I, uh, used to swap them with friends at school.
Judge:
Why did you swap them?
Chris Craig:
Because I liked them.
Lawyer:
Did having them make you feel like one of the gangsters in the films?
Chris Craig:
Yes, sir.
[
smirks]
Lawyer:
And how often did you carry them around with you?
Chris Craig:
Every day.
Judge:
Forty or fifty do you mean?
Chris Craig:
Well I didn't carry them all at the same time, sir.
Lawyer:
Are you a good shot?
Chris Craig:
[
hesitates] No.
Derek Bentley:
Let him have it, Chris!
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